Rain Season in The Holy City

queen of ice

I looked over at Athena, her red hair shining in the sunlight while sitting in a pool chair, laughing at some TikTok she was trying to show me. I was too focused on the messages I was getting about the snapchat I had posted to focus on a video right now. She glanced over at my phone and raised her eyebrow.

"Wow, Ms. Popularity over here. I haven't even gotten any messages about my post yet. Who are our options of victims tod- OOO who is Harry??"

"Oh, I'm not really sure, just some guy who keeps sliding up on my stories and I keep blowing him off. I did put him on my private story though because he sent me a funny meme the other day. He's nice and I'd rate him at like a 5ish, he's just some guy off of Tinder, but you know how I feel about fully moving on right now, it's just hookups for me for the moment. You can't get over someone unless you get under someone else, right?"

"Yeah I know babes, take as much time as you need. I'm just glad you're okay. But hey, is this Harry guy really serious about coming here? It could be fun for the day and he could always bring friends."

"I don't know, why don't we snap call him, I've only had like 3 full conversations with him so far, including our tinder messages."

We proceeded to snap-call him, and surprisingly he answered. .5 seconds into the call, Athena muted our voices and basically yelled,

"CLARA HE IS NOT A 6. HE IS AT LEAST AN 8 IN MY BOOK. WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME HE WAS THIS CUTE???"

After her outburst, although she was completely correct, we talked to him for a few more minutes, he showed us his dogs on the video call, and even though he lived almost an hour from where we were, he still decided to come and hang out with us. He was very persistent in meeting me, but I was just going to let it slide. It was just for the day, right?

About an hour passes, and for some odd reason I'm nervous? That's strange. I never get nervous when meeting new people. I've always been a people person, this is a new feeling for me. My palms are sweaty and I'm saying things to Athena like "what if he doesn't like me" or "what if he doesn't show up"

I was so wrong. He was there when he said he would be, riding up in a classic '79 Mercedes, loud as can be. He stepped out of the car, dressed for a pool day with no shirt on, showing off his almost perfectly chiseled body, the sun making his golden hair that hung a little over his eyes shine like in a 1950s movie scene. His eyes were green and squinting in the afternoon sun, I guess he had forgotten sunglasses.

I was speechless. I snapped myself out of my trance with this oddly specific to my taste and everything I've dreamed of when it comes to looks man.

The only words I could choke out were "So you're just going to roll up here in a classic model car and act like it's nothing?" I could hear the coldness in my voice as I spoke. Why was I being bitchy right off the bat? Get ahold of yourself Clara.

He butted into my thoughts with an equally cocky tone as mine, " Well if we're gonna start off like this, I can always leave you ladies to your pool day."

I had obviously met my match when it came to matching tones.

Athena butted in, "No no no. Hi Harry, it's so nice to meet you. I'm Athena. I just think Clara has had too many Truly's while sitting in the sun. She means no harm, please stay. Here," she says, pointing to the pool gate, "do you want something to drink?"

He laughed and said "Of course, I was just joking."

A really nice laugh at that. Oh GOD. I could not let this happen. I could not let myself feel again. I took too much time trying to NOT feel and I was not going to let this blonde haired boy step in and ruin my progress. He was so nice tho- NOPE. absolutely not.